Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2003 12:33:29 -0700
From: Marc A.
Subject: The Real American Idol, Part 1
This story is purely fictional. It in no way suggests the true sexuality
of Joshua Gracin, Clay Aiken, Ruben Studdard, or Ryan Seacrest, or holds
any personal knowledge about their private lives.
The following story takes place right after the Tuesday night episode of
the Movies-themed show. Charles and Vanessa have already been voted off.
The crowd roared as Josh Gracin walked off-stage; he had just given the
performance of a lifetime with "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith.
The judges were particularly ecstatic tonight, even Simon Cowell. With a
big grin on his face, Josh ran backstage after the big group number at the
end. The 10 idols walked together, each departing at their dressing room.
"You were great out there," said Carmen happily, patting Josh on the back
as they passed her room.
"Yeah, nice job," said Trenyce, walking off into hers.
The others all congratulated each other and soon it was left to Clay and
Josh, whose rooms were next to each other.
"I'll see you in a lil' bit," said Clay, shutting the door behind him.
Josh was alone as he walked into his room and shut the door.
"FINALLY!" he sighed. He looked around the empty room. "Nobody but me."
Tired from that night, he layed down on the couch and turned on the
television.
"News, news, news. There's nothing on!" He kept flipping channels until
he finally came to some music video thing on VH1 with an extremly hot girl
with the firmest tits ever. They almost fell out of her tight shirt, and
her mini-skirt was hiked up to her pussy.
"Oh, fuck!" Josh cried. "She's fuckin' fine." Even though he had a wife,
Josh couldn't help fantasizing about this extremely hot woman on
television. Her tits, her pussy, her face--all sexy. He continued
watching as she giggled and jiggled. Knowing he was in private, Josh's
hand slid down to the crotch of his pants.
His cock was rapidly growing, and was pointed down his left leg towards his
foot. He felt it swell to its full flagpole size. Slowly, he took off his
shirt, undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid down his
pants. His dick was now as hard as a rock, and the tip could be seen
peeking out of the bottom of his boxers. Josh massaged it a little through
the fly of his boxers, where brown pubic hair was sticking out. In sheer
pleasure, he pulled down his boxers and let loose his enormous sausage.
Josh's cock was great. It was 6" at half mast, and 7" when his boner was
raging. It was just as fat and plump as a hot dog, only bigger, at 5"
circumference. It jutted out from a wild nest of curly brown hair, and
when soft, it rested on 2 humongous balls. Now, not to exaggerate, but
Josh's balls really were amazing. The testicles hung low, almost 3" below
his cock. His eggs, about the size of 2 golf balls, were covered in brown
hair.
Now full, Josh lay his head back on the couch's arm rest and shut his eyes
as his hands clamped over his huge rod. Each long stroke from the tip
downwards brought forth a passionate moan from Josh's smooth lips.
Starting at the head, he slowly moved his fist down to the bae, until it
was deep in his pubic hair, and then he started again. Faster and faster
he was beating off, whacking his thick cock to the girl on the T.V.
Suddenly, Josh heard a moan unlike his own extremely loud ones. He stopped
jacking and shut off the T.V., suspicious. With everything silent, he
stood up. His chiseled abs and hairless chest were to die for. His biceps
were well defined, and he had a very defined six-pack.
As he rose from the couch, the only sound was of his cock swinging back and
forth from his naked body. His bone, even fully erect, pointed down to the
carpeted floor. Suddenly, he heard the moan again, coming from behind the
couch. Nimbly, he moved it slightly to the side, surprised by the sight he
saw behind it.
A large hole, almost the size of half the couch, was situated in the wall.
The moaning was even louder now that the couch wasn't muffling it any
longer.
Josh's perspective right then was an odd one. He sat beside the hole, his
hot body concealed but his head peeking through. He could clearly see the
television on its stand was right in front of the hole, so he could see
just above the VCR and below the actual T.V. itself. Inside that little
space, though, was a glory to behold.
Clay Aiken was lying on HIS couch, completely naked, jerking off his
amazingly beautiful cock. He looked identical to Josh, only without the
muscles in his arms-- his eyes were shut, his mouth in a gaping smile, and
his hands wrapped aroud his enormous dick. Josh could've sworn he was
bigger than Clay, but now that he saw it.... He didn't plan to interrupt
Clay's whack off session (it's a guy's rule to never bother another dude's
dick worshipping), but the shock overtook him.
"Clay!?" Josh exclaimed.
Clay's hand stopped jacking, his eyes flew open, and he gazed right below
his T.V. at the face of Joshua Gracin.
"JOSH?" he cried. He grabbed a towel draped over the couch and quickly
wrapped it around his waist. There was a humongous bulge coming out of the
towel which he couldn't hide. "What are you doing?"
"Investigating," Josh chuckled. "Wait one second." Josh's head
disappeared, while Clay was left alone with a towel around his waist and a
boner that couldn't be hidden. Suddenly, a knock sounded from his door.
He opened it and saw Josh standing there with a towel around HIS waist.
"Come on in, quicky," Clay said, shutting the door behind the sexy-bodied
hunk, "so no one sees."
"So, it seems you relieve yourself after each performance too, don'tcha?"
Josh took a seat on Clay's comfortable couch, and opened his legs a little
bit because of the heat in the small room. He glanced at the television,
and was shocked to see a three-some of all guys with rock-hard cocks. "What
are you watching?"
"Oh, jeez, um..." Clay was at a loss for words.
"So you're...gay?" asked Josh.
"Well, yeah," Clay responded, taking a seat next to him. "Does that
matter?"
"No, actually, not at all."
"So, you're gay, too?" Clay asked hopingly.
"Nah," Josh said vaguely, trailing off at the end.
"Oh." Clay went to the television, shut it off, and stood there. It was
silent, and extremely awkward for both of them.
"Well, it looks like you're not quite finished," said Josh, adjusting his
legs a bit. Clay noticed that he could see under the towel at that angle,
and Josh's huge cock was just hanging there in the shadows. Then he
realized that Josh was looking directly at his own hard-on, which wasn't
very well concealed.
"You kinda caught me at a bad time," he responded. He looked down at his
own dick, and then noticed that Josh was reaching down to rub his own
extremely large cock through his towel. "But I guess you weren't finished,
either."
Josh laughed a bit, and nodded. "We can finish together, if you want."
Clay was surprised by his words. "But I thought you were straight."
"I am," he responded, "but it never hurts to experiment."
"Well, ok then," Clay said, happy in his own mind.
"Whip off that towel and let's see what ya' got," Josh said, a smile on his
sexy face. Somewhat embarrassed, Clay unwrapped his towel and sat down
next to Josh, his boner sticking straight up from his pelvis. "Holy fuck!"
Josh exclaimed.
Clay's cock was a sight to behold. It was around 4.5" in circumference,
and just about 7.5" inches with a full boner. Clay had wild brown pubes
all around his thick meat, and his balls hung just about as low as Josh's,
except they were somewhat larger in size. His hand could barely fit around
it as he grabbed it to show it to Josh, who knew that Clay's ears were
humongous, but not his cock.
"You wanna feel?" Clay asked.
"Yeah, sure," Josh said, not caring about risking his sexuality.
"Well, not yet," Clay said, whipping his body back. "I've gotta see what
you've got under the towel."
"Um, sure," Josh said. Hesitantly, he stood up, his pecs shining, and let
the towel fall loose to the floor. Clay's eyes went wide at Josh's
somewhat smaller but oh so thick and meaty sausage. Instinctively, Clay's
hand shot out to hold his drooping balls. Surprising both himself and
Clay, Josh didn't flinch.
"Damn, you've got a nice cock," Clay said, withdrawing his hand from Josh's
hot and musky balls.
"Yeah, you too," said Josh. "Now can I feel?"
"Oh," said Clay, "You can do a LOT more than feel."
TO BE CONTINUED.......